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[ironjail-blog]

Not like Jail was gonna need the man’s permission to call him whatever so Jail pleased. He then looked down at his outfit, Jail proceeded to losed his eyes and sight afterwards.

“ If stupidity was an offense I’d be working overtime for the rest of my life. “

He pushed up in his glasses and gave the man another look. “ You can rest easy, I’m currently unemployed. I’m more interested in finding a way back to my world than settle down in this nuthouse. 

You’re not one of those who simply accepted the situation are you? Or perhaps you’re born here? “

His double question was gonna fulfill at least one answer he sought, if he was lucky, two. 

[itavivam-blog]

It’s the thought that counts, right? Not everyone is openly willing to let strangers call them insults with their full permission. A few words which have negative connotations weren’t going to bring him down, regardless of if its as a joke or a slander. 

“I'm no betting man but I bet for every time you saw an act of stupidity you’d earn a dime, you would be a rich man within moments.”

He let out a small phew sound, dodging another bullet-- he’s on a roll today. “Aren’t we all? Though this place ain’t half bad, much better than my ‘ol world to say at least. Sure it may be a nuthouse but there’s a lot of places you can explore! Where’s your sense of adventurin’?”

With his last reply, he became conscious over the fact that he had basically replied to the other’s question. “Well, I haven’t fully accepted into the situation but I’m tryin’ to make the most of it. And to your other question, no, I wasn’t born here. This place is way too techy for my likin’, and I take it you’re not from around here either.” 

[asukashikimoney]

@itavivam

✜ – ❝ don’t tell me you treat EVERYONE the way you treat me. ❞ asuka says, her brows raised with amusement. of course, she’s talking about his completely reasonable response to asuka’s dramatics. she leans forward in her chair to rest her chin against her palm, presenting an air of confidence as she gives the other a critical once-over. ❝ because if you keep that attitude up, you’ll never get any friends. you’re just LUCKY i happen to be such a kind and courteous person ! ❞

[itavivam-blog]

“Naw. You’re just one of the few people where I just can’t be bothered to try.” he replies modestly. Though the very moment the last syllable slipped between his lips, realization began to take over, over the fact that the sentence practically came out as an insult. “Don’t take that personally because it’s a good thing. Most of the time I try to be someone else due to a force of habit, living in the slums does that to ya. And hey! I’ve got plenty of friends... I can count them right now...” Farlan threw his hand out, each individual finger erecting upwards until he stopped at about four.  

“Maybe plenty is too much of a sugarcoat.” 

[ironjail-blog]

It was quite the spectacle to witness. From the ruckus Jail expected some trouble brewing in the store but it seemed to just been a local village idiot playing their number.  And now he was pulled into the act as well. Such grief, he pushed up his glasses before he replied.

“ No, it’s fine. I’ve seen morons before. “  The tone wasn’t exactly nice but it wasn’t intentionally rude either. He just tried to reassure the man it’s not a big issue.

[itavivam-blog]

All things considered, a bread isn’t vastly different from a vegetable but if it was like a steak or something, then that’s another story. Let’s be real, this whole thing was horrendous. He acknowledges the male’s reply with a simple nod, he’s got a point after all. “I give you full permission to call me a moron, I did pull quite a number after all...”

Not taking the insult, or statement so to speak, to heart, Farlan squinted his eyes and peered at the man. Their choice of attire looked akin to one of higher superiority, which beckoned the inquiry he intends to make. “Hey, are you someone important or somethin’? You sure look like one. Please don’t tell me you’re a cop and you’re about to gimme a warnin’ for bein’ stupid.”

[itavivam-blog]

@ironjail

“What do you mean I can’t buy six loaves of bread? This is a vegetable store? What are you talking about--?! Ah... wait a second. Maybe you’re right. One second.” Shuffling backwards to gain a better perspective upon the sign which read “Fresh Vegetables”, with a look of incredulous plastered all over he gave a wave of dismissal towards the shopkeeper. “A simple mistake, you see! Now we can all just move on with our lives and--” 

Turning on his heel turning a full semi-circle motion in an attempt of a hasty exit before being curtly introduced to another stern face whom didn’t seem impressed at all. It was more of a poker-face so it was up to interpretation, and he interpreted that he had front row seats to the spectacle which he had just executed. “Tell me you didn’t see any of that. I know, I know. You must think how dense I am to get mixed with the words vegetable and bread but give me a break! Their almost identical spellin’-- okay.. maybe not identical..” Throwing his hands out into the air in defeat, his form collapsing and shoulders sagging. He really did try his best. 

[itavivam-blog]

@lieatre

Deceiving and lying had somewhat become what his life revolved around, even if that wasn’t what he necessarily wanted. Having had what could be labelled as a substandard upbringing, his choices were quite minimal whenever a moment was struck before him. The notion of being a professional liar being a plausible dubbing made him scoff. The phrase, being slightly better at lying than most mundane people, sounded more realistic. 

Except he was putting his skills to the test as soon as he decided to spark a conversation with the seemingly younger girl. With all the hustle and bustle about, a moment of stagnant was obliged. Sliding onto the seat situated next to her, a lazy grin carving onto his guise as soon as his presence was acknowledged. “Hey. Do you know what’s the point of this random bench? Seein’ that it’s literally in the middle of surgin’ crowd and the fact it doesn’t even have a good view, where’s the fun in that? I don’t find any joy at staring at people’s butts for fun.” 

[itavivam-blog]

@selfrighting

With each right step, a squelching sound would decide to resonate. At first it seemed like it was all just in his head-- a mere fragment of imagination, so he disregarded it. Hands residing in his hollow pockets, his stature upright. Continuously chiding to himself that this wasn’t worth sweating over. But as time passed, it increasingly became more aggravating, the sound heightening with every step. He gritted his teeth in vexation and taking a quick turn into a nearby vacant space. Having had no intentions of losing his mind anytime soon, he propped himself aloft a brick wall to maintain his balance.

Lifting his leg and promptly afterwards grabbing the sides of his boot, the general location being where his calves would be located, to gain a better insight on the culprit below. Which happened to be a severely compressed hamburger that was beyond recognizable. Not having the slightest memory where he had encountered such a travesty, all he could do was shrug and move on. 

“Damn burger... makin’ me think I was losin’ my mind.” He murmured as he proceeded to discard each independent piece, by discarding he meant throwing it into the air and letting gravity do its part. Having not observed his surroundings, a red-haired stranger would be entering a war zone as particles of the burger begun to speed its way to the ground. It was all up to gravity to choose the fate which lies before him: one filled with demise or relief?

[itavivam-blog]

@volavolarevias

The streets flocking with crazed individuals murmuring excitedly to themselves. At least every second sentence had almost always included the word of a festival in it. He sure as hell didn’t know what that meant, it could be a code name for something for all he knew. Pressing his lips together, a look of confusion was apparent on his visage. Farlan was in no mood to go around putting on a falsified ear-to-ear grin for the sake of finding out what everyone was so ho-hum about. Though since there was no further businesses he wished to pursue, retreating to his humble abode in the district seemed like a sufficient idea.

Skimming through the edges of the streets, avoiding any unwanted attention, he would return to his now home in no time. Nothing was out of the norm until a wisp of a sudden movement appeared at the corner of his optic, an almost non-perceivable object fluttering towards the ground. A black-haired stranger whom seemed a bit preoccupied to notice they had mishandled the item. His natural instinct was to take it for his own, finder’s keeper loser’s weeper as children may chide to themselves, but performing an illicit act within days of arriving into a strange city didn’t seem approving. 

Deciding to pursue the minuscule object before taking hold of it then proceeding to call out for the individual to gain one’s attention. “Hey! You dropped somethin’!” 

[itavivam-blog]

@amplusmilitaris​

"Now that’s not what you see everyday...” He mused to himself. There hadn’t been much excitement back then, besides the occasional hooligan being chased by a superior higher up in the hierarchy. While reading may not be his forte, the idea of a large sum of information being crammed into a inanimate object seemed ludicrous to him. Farlan didn’t quite catch the concept of staring at a simple page and magically absorbing each detail. 

Little did he know, he had spoke with quite too much gusto to the point that it had grabbed the other’s attention. Oblivious to this, he raised an index finger towards the rims of his lips, as if concealing it, and tapped in a thoughtful fashion. This was of course short-lived as he soon captured the gaze of the male and produced awkward eye-contact. With a swift exposure of his pearly whites, he threw his arms behind his head and attempted to portray casualness. “I said that a bit too loud... didn’t I? I was talkin’ about your book. It was just so rare to see someone readin’ a dusty ‘ol tome from where I come from.”

[itavivam-blog]

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